Identity Crisis

You might say I’m in the middle of
A crisis of identity.
I don’t know who I am
And I don’t know if I ever did.
It’s the strangest feeling
Like falling without gravity.
At least on earth
You know where you’re gonna end up.
You might be dead
But there sure aren’t any surprises
As to where or whether you’ll land.
Me, I guess I’m careening through space
Waiting for impact
And wondering when I’m gonna crash
Full force into an asteroid.